Exterior Poems - Poems about Exterior

Graciousness forms the apparel of the meek, tempered in blistering hues of aura crafted with the breath of exhaustion sinking deep into the soul of the soulless, there it wanders with eyes open wide, a pop of life silenced by its surroundings, forsaken lands filled with despotic nature, crucified their interior along with their exterior, proceeding cautiously as it gravitates toward the center, connecting humble origins placing the palm...

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The exterior mirrors from within reflect Saddened universes, known only to their shadows. Not in the fears of the night, nor in the day’s bright gleam, But in the diffuse light where silence blossoms, drowsy. "Not are," echoes whisper for those who refuse to listen, "The so-called deeds of evil men" - a murmur, a cry, A burden on hearts that...

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Physical is the coat I wear-out in the elements – the ephemeral shell of me, and not the yoke, man's embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of experience and immortal growth – True! -- of the Eternal Now in my biological years not one has convincingly surfaced, risen above the depths of doubt to undeniably attest, my only proof the intimate...

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In Permaculture Design, and in Restorative Justice, and in resonant Systemic Theology for good WinWin faith in healthy polycultural futures rooted in wealthy past regeneration more than degeneration, Our Design goals for ego's ZeroZone habitat have multicultural resilient self-nurturing intent to balance diverse mutually nutritional-relational flow streams while conserving as much of individual monocultural ego-strengths as AxisMundi possible, stretching both humane investments in landscape restorations and divine windscape liberations, integrity of...

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Shine that translucid your exterior Peace the almighty concede Living in the present...

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Scissoring branches cut ribbons of wind As the wall of the distant dawn Paints itself gold A few fugitive leaves scurry away While their fellows cling to the bough And whisper papery lament Fingers of frost cake the roots beneath And trapped in the stiff ground Lonely seeds await Cold and steady beneath heated hues Of the hands and veins of the fallen Succor to...

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